'Gorch Fock'
Of the wind that blows to expose you;
For my love is the wachdog on you like,
The nakedness of a river.
I am very easy like a bee and very lovely like the honey,
But you are all that it takes to move me on this love;
And you need to learn like a master from the forest of love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem